What I Really Wanted To Do Is Write
by Proton Jon on May.16, 2010, under Scattered Memories
The hardest part of writing anything is knowing where to start. The first lines are always the hardest, and then the end. The middle’s super easy, you just spout off random nonsense and it’s okay because it’s framed inside a sensible start and end. For some reason, writing stuff like that makes it easier to think about what to write or do when editing or coming up with ideas. I’ve never quite understood why, it might have to do with the way I was taught in school.
If there’s one thing I miss about school, it was the chance to just write insane things in English class and get graded on them. Back in Grade 11 (Ugh, 9 years ago, I feel so old now…) I used to write mystery short stories for my Language Arts class. They were about a grizzled, hard-boiled detective who was world renown and whose life was full of girls, guns and a bottle of Jack Daniels. My teacher seemed to love the stories and always urged me to come up with more stories for the character (The 95% – 100% marks on the stories didn’t hurt either) but after I graduated High School, I never really did much with him.
Last time I was at my parent’s place (About a year ago before they moved back to Newfoundland), I went through a few boxes and I found a binder full of the stories, along with some other projects from that class. There was a short story on the dangers of talking to strangers on the internet (How ironic that I do that all the time now) and how it could lead to you being kidnapped and sold as a slave on the black market, along with a bunch of the mystery stories. I took it home but I’ve once again lost it, so maybe I’ll find it during the next move in a month or so. I could always resurrect the character and do something for NaNoRiMo (National Novel Writing Month) if I was bored in November. Then again, who knows? I tend to do things sporadically so I could be into being a vigilante in November. It is after Hallowe’en after all.
Now to close this out with what I’m sure someone out there wants, proof that I’m actually doing something.
I suppose this is where I should close on a strong note, but odds are anyone who went to this post is just looking at the picture and that’s it so I’ll just go back to work now.
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May 27th, 2010 on 9:29 pm
I understand the need to write completely… once that stupid beginning is down pages and pages can flow without any issue and it gives, me at least, one of the greatest feelings of accomplishment. I think you should write again, I would be interested in reading some stories.